love:
“This photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look for yourself.” This is my proof, Duane Michals, 1974
Glass ceiling
Words mean nothing. Changed behavior is the only thing to gauge real growth on. If the behavior stays the same after multiple chances to change, you must release them. Self love is knowing when enough is enough.
qumi:
me: *says the vaguest most incoherent shit ever*
me: you know what i mean :/
Cléo de 5 à 7 (Agnès Varda, 1962)
The City
